This was a deal. Xiao Yifeng and others let them go back, while Jian Jiuzhong led them to strangle Master Guangwei with all their strength.
After all, Xiao Yifeng and the others definitely don't want Guangwei, a Mahayana and Dzogchen consummate, to join the Star Temple. That would only unbalance the power of the Star Temple.
Originally, the sudden emergence of Qisha was enough to make Po Jun and Tanlang dissatisfied, but Qisha belonged to Zhaixing Pavilion, so they could still accept it.
You, Guangwei, are a Mahayana and Great Consummation, but you still want to interfere?
Then among the three of them, who would give up his power?
If Guangwei Zhenren died here, then there wouldn't be that many things going on.
Seven Kills, Po Jun, Greedy Wolf, I’m sorry, I’ve killed Po Lang full of people!
With the tacit understanding between Xiao Yifeng and Xiao Yifeng, the nine Mahayana returned to the city and joined forces with Jian Jiuchong to surround Guangwei.
"Fellow Daoist Ninth Level, what's going on?" Lin Anhe from Xuanyue Palace asked first.
He didn't believe that Jian Jiuzhong was really such a loser. There must be a deep meaning behind his move.
"Surround Guangwei first, and we'll do the rest later!" Jian Jiuzhong explained.
At the same time, he quickly transmitted the message to several people in the field, and several people nodded at the same time, and then quickly took action.
Ten Mahayana men joined forces to kill Master Guangwei. Even though he was extremely powerful, he was also full of dangers.
These righteous masters hated Guang Wei, the traitor, and killed him one by one.
Guangwei also brought Xuan Yi, who was a dragster, and soon he was seriously injured, quite embarrassed, and even injured his origin.
Xuan Yi, who was dying in his hand, smiled happily and said: "Uncle Guangwei, when you betrayed the right path, did you ever think that you would be betrayed too?"
Upon hearing this, Master Guangwei glanced at Xiao Yifeng and others, and snorted coldly, "These people in the devil's path are really shameless!"
He knew that he couldn't count on these demonic people who wanted him dead to break the city, and now he could only rely on himself.
"Senior nephew Xuan Yi, if you didn't tell me, I would have forgotten. My uncle has been protecting you for so long, it's your turn to play your role."
Everyone in Zhengdao thought that he was going to use Xuan Yi to force them to throw a rat weapon, but unexpectedly Guang Wei directly stabbed Xuan Yi with his sword.
Xuan Yi screamed, and the blood all over his body was sucked out of him, and he suddenly turned into a bloody man.
"Stop! Guangwei, are you really so stubborn? Why don't you just surrender quickly?" Lin Anhe shouted loudly.
The elderly deputy palace master of Luoshu Mansion also hurriedly advised: "As long as you know your way back, my life will be my guarantee and I will not harm you!"
Master Guangwei pulled out his long sword. The sword was stained with Xuan Yi's blood and exuded a strange fragrance.
He burned longevity and essence and blood, his aura surged, and he laughed loudly: "Lin Yiming, you can't even save your own life, but you still guarantee me?"
"Stop him, he wants to escape!" Shan Ying saw that Guangwei was confident and shouted hurriedly.
But it was too late, a huge bloody gossip appeared under Guang Wei's feet, and endless bloody sword energy rose into the sky.
"Bagua Qiankun Sword, blood evil opens the sky!"
The sword energy all over the sky condensed into a bloody giant sword, carrying him and Xuan Yi away through the sky.
Even if ten Mahayana attacked at the same time, Guangwei still risked his life and forced his way through the obstruction at the cost of serious damage to his vitality.
The face of Guangwei Zhenren in the bloody giant sword was ugly. He was cut off from the state of Dzogchen by force, and his longevity was burned for three hundred years.
But he still broke through the siege, and the bloody giant sword hit the city's defense formation.
Xuan Yi's blood on the blood sword seemed to have a corrosive effect on the formation, tearing open a large hole in the formation in an instant.
He and Xuan Yi broke through the formation instantly and escaped from the city.
Jian Jiuchong did not pursue them, but solemnly saluted the remaining nine Mahayana people in the field and said, "It's all my fault this time. I failed to see through Guang Wei's conspiracy and the city fell."
Shan Ying waved his hands and said: "How can we blame the Nine Layers Sword Immortal for this? It's because we don't believe in the Sword Immortal, otherwise we would have killed the thief long ago."
Others also echoed: "Ninefold Sword Immortal has done a good job, I can't blame you for this."
Then Lin Yiming, the deputy master of Luoshu Mansion, asked solemnly: "Now is not the time to talk about this. What should we do now?"
Lin Anhe also nodded and asked: "The Ninefold Sword Immortal asked me to wait until I come back. I guess there must be some way to break the situation, right?"
Jian Jiuzhong said solemnly: "For the current plan, only a few people can be left behind, and the others can break out quickly."
Shan Ying from Tiandaomen didn't expect this method. He said angrily: "Jian Jiuzhong, you coward! How could you choose to abandon the city and flee?"
Jian Jiuzhong asked: "Then do you have a clever plan to defeat the enemy? Is there a way to turn the tide? Now the message cannot be sent out, and there are no reinforcements at all!"
Shan Ying was speechless by him, but still said unconvinced: "Even so, we should defend the city and burn together!"
Jian Jiuzhong cursed: "Pedant, nothing can be done now, we must leave enough fire! Rather than let them accompany us to death in vain!"
"Nothing in the city can be left to the demonic thieves! It is my responsibility as the city lord to burn with the city. I will stay and buy time for you!"
Lin Anhe sighed. He had already expected this to be the case, and nodded: "In that case, let's do this."
Shan Ying didn't expect that she had mistakenly blamed Jianjiuzhong. She looked embarrassed and said decisively: "Then I will stay too! Other fellow Taoists, please take them away quickly!"
Jian Jiuchong did not refuse. He looked at the others and said, "I will activate the Four Fiends Broken Jade Formation in the city. I also need two fellow Taoists to stay and preside over the formation together with me to stop the evil thieves."
Lin Anhe also stood up and said with a smile: "Destroying demons, how can I, Xuanyue Palace, not be included in this matter? I, Lin Anhe, have a duty, count me in!"
The remaining seven Mahayana men looked at each other in confusion. Some of them were about to take a step forward, but Lin Yiming from Luoshu Mansion came out first.
He touched his beard and said with a smile: "This old man is not going to die soon. I will be a hero this time with my three fellow Taoists. Please don't compete with me."
The other six Mahayana men sighed when they heard this, knowing that they would never see them again if they stayed here, and they couldn't help but feel sad.
"Four fellow Taoists are righteous! Do you have anything you want to take away?"
Jian Jiuzhong looked at the other three people and said calmly: "If you have anything to say, just say it, otherwise there will be no chance."
Shan Ying took out a long knife and threw it to one of the Mahayana, and said bitterly: "Take it back for me to my rebellious daughter, and tell her that I will never scold her again."
The Mahayana solemnly took the long sword and said, "Don't worry, fellow Taoist, I will definitely bring it."
Lin Anhe from Xuanyue Palace was a little hesitant, and finally threw an unknown crystal stone to another Mahayana.
He smiled bitterly and said, "Tell Junior Sister Qiu Wanqing for me that I can't repay the spiritual stone I owe her, so I gave her this jade crystal."
"Ask her and Senior Brother Gu to help me take care of Lieyang Palace. My position as the Palace Master of Lieyang Palace will be inherited by my junior brother Zhao Guangyi."
A Mahayana monk couldn't help but stand up and said: "Palace Master Lin, why don't I do it? I don't have so many concerns."
Lin Anhe waved his hand and said, "Fellow Daoist Zhu, there is no such thing as this kind of thing! Whose life is not life? Is my life in Xuanyue Palace worth gold? There is no such reason."
The Mahayana monk sighed and did not argue anymore. He could only look at the four people with admiration.
The white-haired Lin Yiming smiled and said: "I have nothing to take away. My descendants are living a good life."
In the end, Jian Jiuzhong opened his mouth, but didn't say anything. Everyone couldn't help but look at him.
